Sleeping Arrangements

Mistress and Slave tried to do our best to make up for a buys week, and an even busier week to come by lolling in bed a bit longer yesterday morning. There were morning papers to peruse, but it wasn't long before Slave deployed Mistress's favorite power tool to ply her clean shaven folds for a lovely mega-cum before I exploited my privilege of fucking her with robust abandon.

By the time we were done, it seemed our morning had been very well spent.

After that there was a nice bike-ride in unusually cool summer sunshine, breakfast out on our deck that Mistress prepared, and a variety of home and yard projects for me. We even crammed a nap into the late afternoon fun before I prepared dinner for Mistress and our two cute Co-Eds.

Both of them have guests coming later this week. The older one has his frat boy boyfriend coming for a weekend visit. The younger one has an exchange student from England coming in with plans to attend some huge music festival in Tennessee the following weekend.

Mistress is the consummate planner around here so she was already disclosing the arrangements she planned to make for our house guest.

"Georgia can sleep in the blue room upstairs. And I'll get linens out for Mike for the fold out couch in the room in the basement".

But this got Co-Ed No. 2 all a twitter.

"She's 21 you know...."

The implication was that our older daughter should be able to decide where and with whom her boyfriend will sleep.

I was a little startled, since We've never attempted to dictate sleeping arrangements with our teens, even when the oldest was still in high school. There were many nights when her boyfriend would spend the night in our lower level without any barriers placed to prevent a visit from our daughter after the parents adjourned to the executive suite. At the same time, Mistress made sure that she was fully contracepted. (is that a word?)

"No one's going to be checking on who's in who's bed.... just that .... well....."

Slave had a little trouble articulating our variation of the "don't ask, don't tell" policy with both of them sitting there, and the oldest, who was the purported subject of this conversation, making no comment at all.  I mean, I didn't want to say "If and when she so desires, your sister can sleep with her boyfriend downstairs, where they won't have to worry about waking up the boring parents in the next room."  But I suppose that's what I was saying. There are some details a father just does not want to know about the sex lives of his daughters. Just like the daughters don't want to know about the sex lives of their parents.

The younger sister wasn't getting it though... sticking with her theme that we had no business suggesting that Mike's "place" would be downstairs when he visits this weekend.

So, dear readers,  you have one more example why we miss our empty nest. Any thoughts on how Mistress and Slave handle this conundrum?

Former Lover Check In

Yesterday afternoon we headed home from work a little earlier than normal. But our plans for a pre-dinner bike ride were aborted by a big assed thunderstorm, the forward edge of those storms that have been barreling through Oklahoma and Missouri over the last day.

But that did give Mistress and Slave some time to rest in the "executive Suite" before we took our younger Co-Ed out to dinner at some trendy urbanista taco joint as we had promised.

"Do you mind if I get naked, Slave?"

Now that's a silly question.

"Of course I don't mind, Mistress...."

Just as she was settling down with her laptop next to me on the bed, her I-phone gave off that little buzz. Mistress seemed tempted to ignore it all together, but then she noticed who was calling.

"It's David....wonder what he wants?"

(David, as some loyal readers may recall was one of Mistress's "cougar week" lovers, last fall. He's the guy with the tatoos who lives in our older Co-Eds campus town, about an hour away. Tatoos. Compelling sex. But... a somewhat sketchy background that made Mistress a little cock-shy, shall we say.)

Mistress was curious, so picked up the phone.

Slave could only hear one side of the conversation of course.  But the gist seemed to be... "Hey, I'm coming to town this weekend, want to get together?"

Mistress's tone was sly and seduction in explaining... "Well.... unfortunately I've got a full house this weekend.... two kids back from college.... but maybe we should find another way to get together again soon...."

After she hung up, she commented that he probably wanted to spend the night here while going to some event in the City.

"It would be a convenient crash pad for him, Mistress.... but for our young and curious girls... might be a little hard to explain who the 30 something guy with the tatoos is that was sharing your bed."

But at least David's call gave Mistress a little something extra to fantasize about as I proceeded to worship those lush clean shaven folds.

Boring?

Mistress and Slave have been pretty busy this week, though we've kept up our regular wake-up sex, with an evening worship chaser for Mistress. Yeah... you've heard it all before. Last night Slave was privileged to taste those sultry and salty clean shaven folds after an after work bike ride in the early summer River City heat.  Yum.

Sadly, we've had to tone things down with the two Co-Eds home from college.

But here's something that caught my eye and is worth sharing. A Washington Post reporter is soliciting comments on whether women find monogamous sex boring. Here's the link Is Monogamous Sex Boring for Women?

There's even a little story about how some female spiders are more interested in sex with a new partner after 90 minutes, than with the "guy" they just did it with.  So, stripping about social conventions and economic dependency, are babes just as interested in multiple partners as "sowing their wild oats" men are supposed to be?

The writer is looking for comments.

I'm wondering if those of you involved in hot cuckoldy relationships will give her some scorching perspective.

Wouldn't you just hate to make the Washington Post blush?

Mistress's Latest Admirer

If you hadn't noticed, Mistress has taken a bit of an hiatus on her quest for a "side-dish" - someone to supplement her work-day cock and add a little cuckold spice to our adventures here at UCTMW.  The kids are home, cramping our style, and the pickings at Ashley Madison were particularly thin during her last foray there this spring.

She had me shut down her AM account when the empty nest was re-infested a few weeks back, and concluded she may be stuck with just me for a while, or hope that someone catches her eye the old fashioned, off-line way.

But yesterday... we decided to take the girls over to some friends' home in the City. The weather was finally warming up after several days of chill, and their backyard pool - complete with a full service bar - was open for business. We were even greeted by a new and unexpected member of the household who took a quick shine to Mistress, who was decked out in that hot bikini she acquired for her recent trip to the Islands.

No sooner had she splayed herself on the deck to pick up some supplemental rays, he decided to join her. At this point I'll simply share the photo I took:

When she saw me snapping the photo, Mistress was very specific.

"I don't want to see that posted on facebook.... all our 'friends' don't want to see my ass...."

"Don't worry, dear.... it's not going to facebook."

Of course, I made no promises in front of our friends about posting it to a certain secret sex blog.